A gentle breeze wafts through the mountain resort. You hear a rustling to your side but haven't yet identified the interloper. At this sound, you relax. It is only boris, your trained kodiak bear bodyguard, handing you a brewski.
The crowd hasn't arrived, so the night clubs are very audible, lots of bass beats pounding. It's a summer night in the san diego gaslamp district. Recorded in stereo from high up in a hotel window. Some street sounds waft up as well. The other two in this series are different. Both have thick crowd noise. The no. 2 track has an angry crown cordoned off by the police.
